"Some of it", the old gnoll replies and sits down close to the fire, "Most of it came from a bit higher up. Very nice images, weren't they." She eyes the members of the group. "I had hoped more would come. But many don't care much for a few dreams, I see. You'll have to do then."
"Oh yes, those cretins", the gnoll says and strokes the wildcat's fur with a crooked grin on her face, "They'd started to eat about a third that came to see me. Very bothersome."